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THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace
Comes dropping slow.
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the Linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep hear’s core.
-W.B. Yeats, 1890